I have a friend named Anthony, he was my best friend, he moved away sophomore year of high school, and two years later, on May 23rd 2017, he left this earth forever. Here's a series of short stories about him, and about us.

Lately it feels like I'm walking on a floor made of our childhood game connect four, because it's covered with holes and I'm falling in because none of us have connected the pieces we hide within. There are no shoots to slide down and the ladders have ...